Inspiration Killers: Unblock Yourself

Once upon a time (early 2020, to be exact), about two weeks after being forced to strictly work from home, I found the final piece to an almost year-long puzzle: my day job was an inspiration-killer, artistically speaking.

That time when the world around us stopped turning and forced us to do the things that we’d be doing, had there not been a need to get a day job, suddenly felt like breathing again. Who would’ve thought that in the middle of a pandemic I’d be feeling like myself.

I remember it vividly because, well, these are some of the exact words I wrote once I felt the fairy (also known as the muse) come back into my life, sprinkling her magic and positive vibes all over me again. It was such a good feeling to feel alive.

And how weird was it, that although Corona times meant less money I was somewhat…happier?

The thing is I was struggling with staying focused on what it was that I wanted to do with my life on the days, and hours, that I wasn’t working in the morning. I’ve always been a “hoppy,” spontaneous, creative being, so being mentally stuck for months was painful. (By the way, say what you want about writing block, but this gal knows it’s real!)

But it wasn’t just with my writing; it was my whole artistic vein (sketching, dancing, clear thinking, mindfulness…) that just wasn’t pumping enough substance.

The alone time — I always had enough of that. So it wasn’t a lack of solitude. I came to the conclusion that maybe I just didn’t have the drive or the energy anymore, on the months prior to the pandemic, and it was killing me to think that it was it. But was I wrong…

After getting enough sleep and entirely too much time to myself to do whatever I’d been wanting to do, by myself, I concluded that I just needed rest, recharge, new perception, reconnect with my purpose, dive into my old files and remember why I started…and to really work my arse off to do only what I love for the rest of my life.

I wish it wasn’t under those circumstances — isolation due to a pandemic — that I’d finally reunite with my focus and myself, but life is unpredictable. So, just flow. I learned that you have to go with the wind, adapt, and adjust. Never stop blooming.

The reason I remembered this post today is because I feel like I’m back in that place again. And I’m only sharing it so that if there’s anybody out there who feels like you’ve hit a dead-end, please know that there’s always a way out. The solution could be so simple if only you stopped looking outside of yourself.

Focus on the one thing(s) you really love the most and happiness will follow. I’m still working my way there, too. It’ll be worth it in the end.

Let’s not get stuck living in misery in the only life that we know we have. Let’s not be the killer of our own dreams and potentials.